A/N Wow, two chapter's in one day. That's a first.

Fixed another error.

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Angelina's POV

Angelina was horrified at what she had done. She had let her secret slip and to a Weasley no less! She had landed shaking in the graveyard where her father was buried and slowly walked up to the headstone.

Peter Filbert Johnson

June 1945 - February 1998

Loving Husband and Father

Angelina sank down on the ground in front of the grave. "Hi Dad, it's Ange," she said quietly. "Sorry I haven't visited in awhile, but there was a battle at Hogwarts. Voldemort is gone for good, Dad.

"There's something else you don't know. I got married at the end of December. Do you remember Fred Weasley one of my friends? Well, that's who I married. But Dad, he's now up there with you. Fred was killed in the battle that Voldemort was destroyed in. Also, Dad, I'm pregnant. Yes, your little daughter is going to have a child." Angelina slowly stood up. Once on her feet she pulled out her wand and conjured up a bouquet of flowers to lay on the grave.

She stood up to turn and found herself face to face with her mother. Mrs. Johnson had her hands on her hips and was glaring at her daughter. "Hi, Mum," said Angelina in a quiet voice.

"Don't 'Hi, Mum,' me," said Mrs. Johnson. "Now what is all this about you being a married woman?"

Angelina looked down at the ground. "Do I have to?" she asked. She might be a twenty year old women, but facing her mother with this type of conversation was something she was dreading.

"Yes," said Mrs. Johnson, but the expression on her face softened. "Dear, let's go inside to talk."

The two women walked over to the car and they drove the few miles back to their house. Once inside Mrs. Johnson led Angelina to the sofa and they sat down next to each other. "Explain," said her mother.

Angelina took a deep breath. "Stay calm," she told herself, "it'll be over soon."

"Mum, yes I am married." She reached into her robes and pulled out the chain which held the ring. "Here's my wedding ring," she said. "I got married right after Christmas. The reason we didn't tell anyone was because of the growing threat of Death Eaters. You and Dad were in danger enough as it was. If it had leaked out that I had married into the biggest blood-traitor family, you would be in even more danger."

Mrs. Johnson slowly nodded. That made sense, but still, they should have at least known about the wedding.

Angelina began again. "We were unable to spend every night together because we didn't want to raise suspicion."

"Wait, didn't you have to have witnesses?" asked Mrs. Johnson suddenly.

"Oh, yeah, the grooms brother and their shop assistant were the ones there. We spent as many nights as we were able together and according to the Healer, same thing as a nurse or doctor, said that the baby was conceived on April first."

Mrs. Johnson's face broke into a huge smile. Angelina looked up and saw that her mother was no longer angry with her. In fact, her mother looked the happiest she'd been since her father had died. "Angelina, who's the lucky guy? You haven't mentioned his name."

At this, Angelina had to struggle to keep from bursting into tears. Tears still began to run down her cheeks though. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Johnson.

Angelina swallowed hard. This was going to be one of the hardest things to say to her mother. "Mum," she said. "Fr-Fred w-was my hus-husband," she stuttered.

Mrs. Johnson smiled for a moment, but then realized something. "Fred, wasn't that George's twin?" she asked. Angelina nodded. "Didn't you say he had been killed?"Angelina nodded again, but this time she burst into tears. "Oh, sweetheart!" cried Mrs. Johnson, "I'm so sorry." Mrs. Johnson pulled her daughter into a hug, allowing Angelina to cry on her shoulder. Angelina could feel her shoulder's heaving.

"Oh, Mum! It's so hard!"

"I wish I could say I understand, but I don't. I'll be here for you though, sweetie. I'm not angry at you anymore for marrying without me knowing. I'll help you raise this child."

Angelina responded by nestling her head into her mothers bosom. A few minutes later she was asleep.

Mrs. Johnson's POV

Mrs. Johnson looked down at the sleeping form of her daughter. She hadn't had any idea of how difficult the past week had been. It had been much worse than she had thought. She could hardly believe that her daughter had gotten married and was expecting a child. Her little Angelina was growing up much faster than she had wanted. She carefully extracted herself from Angelina's limbs and arranged her daughter on the sofa, after placing a pillow under Angelina's head. She grabbed a blanket and laid it over her sleeping daughter. "Sleep well, dear," she whispered.

George's POV

George woke up to someone shaking his shoulder. "Leave me alone, Mum," he mumbled. His head rolled over and he tilted forward on his chair. Suddenly he felt something really weird, it felt as if his head didn't have any support at all. George was fully awake in moments. "Bloody hell! I nearly fell out of the window."

"You would have if I hadn't shown up," said a voice. George turned his head and saw that it was Bill. He groaned, "Why'd you have to come? For Godric's sake I had an Imperturable charm on the door!"

"You're forgetting that you're dealing with a professional curse breaker," said Bill. "I also am not your Mum," he said, grinning very slightly.

George stared at his older brother. "What do you want?" he asked curtly. Whatever Bill wanted, George wanted to get it over quickly and get out of this confining house. He needed to find a new hiding spot.

"I ran into Angelina after you ran away from me yesterday," began Bill. George tuned out. He knew that all this would be was a lecture from Angelina delivered via Bill. This was something that he really did not want to hear.

"Can you explain that to me?" asked Bill. George snapped back into focus. That didn't sound like a lecture. Was it possible that his older brother, the one with twelve O.W.L.s was confused about something?

"Explain what?" asked George tentatively. He knew that whatever Bill was asking about probably was important.

"What I just told you," said Bill.

"I'm afraid that I missed that," said George. Bill did a face palm.

"George, Angelina told me yesterday that she was pregnant with Fred's child. Can you explain that?"

George sighed. He had really hoped that no one would find out about this until Angelina was ready to announce it to the Weasley family. "You see Bill," he began, but then he stopped. "I don't think I can tell you right now."

"Why?" asked Bill. "If Angelina really is carrying our niece or nephew we really should know."

"I need to ask her first," responded George. "Angelina wants to tell us in her own good time," he thought, "and I'm not going to tell anyone without her permission."

"You do that," said Bill. And with that, George was left alone. Now all he had to do was ask Angelina to tell his family soon, before the secret got leaked out somehow.

Angelina's POV

When Angelina woke up, she was slightly stiff, but soon she realized that this was because she had spent the night on the sofa. The realization of yesterday hit her again. She groaned as she lifted herself into a sitting position.

"Are you alright dear?" came Mrs. Johnson's voice from the kitchen.

"I guess so," said Angelina. "Not really," she thought. "I told practically told Bill, who technically is my brother-in-law that I was married to Fred and that I'm pregnant."

Mrs. Johnson came bustling out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl. "I made up some porridge for you, Angelina. There's brown sugar on it, just the way you like it."

Angelina smiled weakly at her mother. She took the porridge and began to eat slowly. It was practically tasteless, but she still ate, if only to get her mother out of her hair. Soon her mother went back to the kitchen and Angelina sighed in relief. She vanished the porridge so it would look like she had eaten it, and got up to get her owl. Up in her room she quickly wrote

George,

I apologize for what my mother said yesterday. She had no idea what was going on. Mum found out about my marriage and pregnancy when I was at the cemetery telling Dad. It wasn't quite the way I wanted to tell her, but she now knows. I also think Bill suspects something. I ran into him at the grove yesterday afternoon and I shouted that Fred was dead and I was carrying our child. If he approaches you about this, don't tell him anything until I've seen you. The other reason I'm writing is that I want to talk to you about planning a date for me to tell your family. If you could think of a convenient place to meet, that'd be great. All the spots I can think of are spots that you probably want to avoid.

Love,
Angelina

Angelina looked over her note and figured that it was fine to send. She tied the note to her owl Ruby's leg and instructed her to go to George Weasley. After she watched the owl fly out of sight, she leaned back in her chair and knew that all she had to do now was to wait for George's reply.